A few months ago a young flea infested black kitten came to our garden, rubbing up against our legs and looking for food and affection. I thought he belonged to someone but after asking around I found out he didn't. A few of my neighbours had tried keeping him but didn;t know how to house train so sent him on his way again. We took him in. He was about 3 months old, at a guess, and full of energy. He even tried to fight our older more timid cat, Flip. My sister named him Dargo after the character in Farscape because he was always playfully aggressive. We treated his fleas so his fever came down and he could sleep properly, cleaned and fed him, and eventually house trained him. Flip had a hard time adjusting to the new kid specially cuz Dargo would always harass him, but eventually they learnt to somewhat get along (Dargo still chased Flip around the house). Mum, as always gave them her own names, Kalu (black one) for Dargo, and Chotu (little one) for Flip. Dargo was with us these past few months, still eating like a horse everyday, as if he still didn't think he'd get a few meals, like when he was on the street. He never really learnt to take affection from us, he was always awkward, but he'd come when he wanted it and gave it back in droves, rubbing his head against my hand and under my chin when I carried him. He followed mum out to the top of the road on her walk a few hours ago, around 9:30pm. She picked him up to take him back but he jumped out and ran into the road. There were no cars immediately, but then some came along at high speed. He wasn;t looking and mum couldn't get to him fast enough. My boy got ran over by two of them, they broke his jaw and didn't stop. Mum saw him jump 2 feet in the air in pain and she ran over to get him, he took his last breath in her arms and died. When my sister told me I thought she was telling a bad joke but she insisted so I ran down... He was on my kitched floor, lifeless, bleeding a little from his head. his jaw had been broken. He was still warm, i just sat down and stroked him. My little boy. I had to dig a hole in my garden, I dug two, i wasn't thinking right and put the first one where I couldn't dig deep. When I got the second one done we gathered round and I lifted him in. He looked the same as if he was curled up sleeping, the way I've seen him countless times. My little boy. God bless you.
